Why?

The events of the last week have left me in a very philosophical, reflective mood. Things happen. Bad things to good people. Good things to bad people. So on and so forth. It's the nature of things. Everything has a bigger picture. Every occurrence has ripples. A purpose. At first I was really pissed off. "How dare that fucking kid destroy my car? What the fuck is wrong with him? Why me?"

Maybe I'm dazed. Maybe I'm being nice about the whole thing when I ask "What if him hitting me was to cause a different chain of events in his life?" I don't know. I don't know why any of this is happening. I'm both afraid and curious to see what the aftermath of this will be. Only time will tell.

But still though. This has been a HUGE PAIN IN THE ASS.